Blech. It’s must me and 3 sugar-hyped kids. Nothing like a two-hour delay the day after Easter. Freakin sleet and freezing rain.
Shiner pics here. Just don’t tell the short kid. 
I’m editing editing editing. The book, and my RTB column for tomorrow. If the kids are smart, they’ll stow all their chocolate in their backpacks.
UPDATE: A little B&E makes every Monday more interesting. Locked myself out and had to break the basement door pane. Again. It’s like a running gag around here. The husband replaces the pane. Shan locks herself out and breaks it again. And again. And again.
Actually I’m suspecting that breaking the pane is just a code for admitting you poked the short kid in the eye and gave him the shiner. Gonna have to make a call to child services and put you on their watch list.